$150 / roll widdit

[Verse 1]: Good vibes yeah we bout em Started off from the bottom and we're still here My stipends got me feelin solemn 2 weeks and $150 dollars worth I guess I'll get a job I guess I'll show up for my moms and my paps Prove em that I am an average guy And that I ain't wastin my time just Roll up that green Just to catch up on sleepin We spend the whole semester Up in the deep end I know, in the deep end I know Small shit take my mellow My lucky charms ain't got enough marshmallows And when you judge by a color Nobody knows greener meadows [Chorus]: I don't got much but I roll widdit And all my good friends they roll wimme If you got a problem take it up with me Cause talk behind my back, I can't roll witcha If ya boys got beef We can roll widdit In the club or the street We can roll widdit It don't make me none Blow for blow widdit Crack his head with a gun I'ma sho spliddit [Verse 2 (Juicy J allusion)]: Juice got weed, Juice got pills Juice got that work on the corner cuttin deals Juice know you haters out there snitchin ain't for real So Juice got some gang kids down for the kill Juice know the feds got surveillance on the field We never had a job but we sittin on a mill We ball out in the club wit our kids stayin trill We never wrote a check just them big face bills Well our playas drinkin Maker's Mark-er, cranberry vodka Wearin a mink coat thats furry as Chewbacca Seen ya main girl and a playa had to stop her Her name wasn't Silkk but her face was The Shocker Feds takin pictures of us ballin but I got em 7 footer hole for his body we gon drop em Always on the grind we be watchin when they watchin And when they turn they back its the clucka-clucka-rock em yeah [Chorus]